A/N - For all those readers wondering, this is my entry to "The Summer 2013 Wizarding Modly Forum-Wide Comp of Awesomeness" in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges Forum. This is a multi-chaptered fic that will change according to each entry required.
I AM MORPHY OF SLYTHERIN AND I HAVE COMPLETED THE FIRST CHALLENGE: A!
"Cast a Warming Charm! Write a happy, humorous or heart-warming story with the aim to warm your readers. Since you'll be falling asleep soon, your maximum word limit is 600 words. Stipulation: no smut. It makes this particular Charm harder to control."
Funnily enough, I was truly writing this before falling asleep.
Name: Half-Blood Metamorphmagus - House: Slytherin - Pet: Natural Heat (to be approved by staff) - Wand: Waiting for Ollivander to give it back, the old man loved it too much to let go. How rude of him.
I would like to receive my score as a PM, and in the out of 20 form.
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After all these years, he couldn't believe that he actually did it. So many long, hard working years, and it all came to this. This was all he has searched for, the answer to all his questions, the miracle he was looking for his whole life. And it was finally resting here with him. Plump. Soft. Loving. And the eyes! Those gorgeous eyes it held! Made of pure, round sunshine, so utterly beautiful, so lively. He could nearly look inside, deep into that tiny little soul made of light. The body was small, but the mouth was long, sweet red and almost as if curving into a smile. He couldn't be more proud. Carefully, he brought the object of his pride underwater, gently dragging it along as it reached the surface. Like a loving father would to a loving baby son. But instead, this was his sun. And he knew he would cherish its light forever, the rays, his most prized possession. He honestly couldn't believe what he had been missing, especially for this long. Such a common thing, such a common moment for everyone else. But to him, it was nothing short of complete genius. He wanted to find out who came up with a feat this great, this brilliant masterpiece of all that is whole and plastic; And he admired it all. All the small details sculptured into its skin, the smoothness to the touch, the little bump at the end of its rear and the overall cuteness of the thing. This is something that he has always appreciated in this piece. But right now, at this moment in time, it is the magnificent light that is reflected upon the running water over its wings. And there was nothing else that he could do, other than stare. Stare, and gaze, and observe. All the things he could do with his vision in order to take in the beautiful figure before him. Such beauty is blatantly overrated, taken over by flamboyant bits of colourful dolls, all stick thin and useless, providing nothing but empty fulfillment. But this! This was different. Much different from all that he's ever seen. To start, this was no doll. This was an important part of culture, that has brought plenty of entertainment to generations of people over the decades. This was far more than a simple toy. This, he now knows, is a rubber duck. And he finally learned its function:
To complete lives and interesting showers.